Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.